the long haul

Words escape me.
The fluidity I used to have is gone, and in it's place is a gaping hole that I keep trying to fill with sleep, cleaning, work, and anything else that will keep me busy.

I miss writing.
I miss the ease, and the intensity of it.
I miss having something to say, and a burning need to say it.

I don't know where this is going. I don't know why I'm trying to fill the void, and spit something into the black hole of "internet".
Maybe it's just me trying to remind someone that I'm here, and I'm alive and I want more than I've got right now.

I'm sure that my moaning about contentment (or lack thereof) is getting old, and for that I apologize. Apparently, it's a lesson that I need schooling in often.

To end this on a positive note: the 4th of July was fun, especially since I have an English husband and this is the most American holiday possible. I always go all out, if possible. : )

(cute lil' englishman--note the book he brought.)


(yay America!)


(peace at last)


(it started to rain, and we realized the blanket we brought was actually a duvet cover--so, we crawled inside. haha)


(--we are in it)